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Subtitles generated by - LustyCinema.li I was told that the inhabitants of Itac knew how to welcome foreigners.

But I didn't expect to be received like a king.

You're not Ulysses.

Ulysses the Trepid,

Ulysses the Milrus,

Ulysses the Traveler.

No, I don't have that honour.

I'm just a simple accountant

who sings the fabulous adventures of King Itac.

Where does this sail come from?

When we land on an island,

We have the habit of dressing in the colors of the sun.

I am Télémaque, the son of Ulysse.

Your Highness.

Where are you from?

From the East.

We have been sailing from island to island for five years.

Have you met Ulysse?

We have met many people during all these years.

We have heard many stories.

Maybe Ulysse was one of them.

Follow me. I'll take you to the palace.

Did he tell you about his travels?

He went through all of Greece.

He met a lot of warriors. He knows their stories.

So, did he live in the Lice?

He didn't tell me.

Anyway, he didn't want to stop the wedding.

Maybe he met someone he knew.

The assembly of men at Livre-à-Clamarois-sur-les-Trolles.

It's too late.

You can't marry that rat!

I didn't like it, but I owe it to you.

Come on!

Excuse me, sir.

The people seem happy.

Did you prepare the party?

The party? We brought the mourning, yes.

Forgive the stranger I am.

But what are you talking about?

Florian is getting married.

Penelope is going to marry another cunis?

It's a betrayal. The queen has been trapped.

He's our great hunter!

So it's you, Eucharistus.

They say you're a wonderful storyteller.

Tomorrow is a day of celebration. I'm counting on you to tell us your best stories.

I'll do my best to please Queen Penelope.

It's rather to please the future king.

I can be very generous.

Just don't disappoint me.

I like your story.

Count on me, my king.

It is said that she is very beautiful.

It's a matter of taste.

And the legend is true.

Did she really stay faithful to Ulysse?

For 20 years.

She has become as cold as Artemis's statue.

Come on, come on.

It's okay, we'll get there.

It's nice.

Thank you for my daughter.

I know you spoke to Penelope.

Thank Telemarch rather.

It's him she listened to.

My role stops here.

The Queen will replace Ulysse.

I cleaned them. It'll be more than enough.

You should be happy.

Leocride gives you the best lands of Ithaca.

You'll be able to make your family come.

The best lands? Look at him.

It's the king.

And who made him king?

She got rid of Ithaca and his family.

I thought we were all in agreement.

You need nice words.

The very dear future is poor.

Shut up. Let's finish this.

Yes, let's finish this.

Don't be in such a hurry.

In order to celebrate this great day,

I've decided to give you a show.

The show of an accountant who has just arrived in Ittac.

And then we'll have the ceremony.

After you, dear Penelope.

In order to impose that, he forces me to impose the Euclid.

But on my arm, I remain the wife of your son.

As you will like, Penelope, stay the wife of a phantom.

Your son Ulysses is dead.

And it is I that the gods send you the place.

No one will replace Ulysses.

Ah, Télémaque, come and sit next to me.

Let my son be next to his father.

The storytellers and the players of Lyre come from Emus and Apollon.

But the kings come from Zeus.

Hello, son of Zeus.

Honor my song and I will remember you.

Happy is the one who has grace.

But you are not a king yet.

How dare you?

Happy is the one who has the grace of Emus.

Be welcome.

Your beauty surpasses what is said in all of Greece.

It is for her that I will honor the heroes of the war of Troy.

It's their story that I'm going to tell.

In the favor of the night, the Greeks set fire to their own camp.

Their tents are on fire.

And finally comes the morning of Troy.

On the river more and more greeks, they are all gone.

And in their place, here is a horse of wood, high like a mountain.

Priam and his sons go out to see him, and remain silent in admiration.

The opinions diverge.

Now, to the victor!

A bad omen! We must burn him right now!

But Priam the king, in his vanity, cuts, and the Trojans bring in the horse of wood in their city.

Cassamp, the daughter of the king, arrives then and says,

Do not trust the Greeks, even if they bring you presents.

Then she adds,

This horse is a strategist, he wears the mark of Ulysses, Apollo,

May your arm guide my lance, and pierce the Greeks in the heart.

The spear of the soldiers sink into the horse's belly,

and the Greeks avoid them, so as not to betray themselves.

No, don't tell the story.

The Trojans never suspected our ruse.

What do you know?

You stayed here to play the guard dogs for your mistress.

Listen to him.

Eucharist, continue.

But one of the spears

pierces the arm of a soldier.

The wound tears his arm apart,

from side to side,

from the hand to the elbow.

We never heard about this spear story.

You seem to be bothering me, Leocritus.

Show us your scar on the arm.

You always said that a Trojan had hurt you during a duel.

You were in the horse?

The real cantor?

Yes, I was.

It was my arm that was pierced.

The horse has never been filled with soldiers.

There were four of us.

A Jax,

Neo Ptolem,

Ulysses and me.

Who told you this story?

A man. A soldier, without a doubt. I don't know.

I didn't know this version. It captivated me. I took it back.

A year ago. I don't remember.

It was in Milan, wasn't it?

He didn't tell me.

How was he?

40 years old, with a beard.

A special sign?

A scar.

A scar shaped like a star on the thigh.

It's my father.

It's Ulysses who told you this story.

It's the wound.

He got it when he was my age.

My father is alive!

You're kidding. The accountant saw you a year ago.

It was perhaps Rajaques.

He's dead, like everyone else.

I'm the only one who survived.

It was him.

Shut up!

My father is alive.

The others are dead.

Only Ulysses could tell his story to the count.

He's alive.

Telemachus is dead.

He's a cheater like his mother.

Ulysses is our king.

You've been waiting for 10 years.

And you still want to wait?

And you still want to deprive yourself of everything?

You're going to betray your king?

And steal his throne?

Leocris is right, young prince.

It takes a king in Ithaca if Ulysses is dead.

What if he's alive?

What will he say

when he knows you forced the queen to share her bed with someone else.

In the sacred balloon, there is a family of wolves.

You saw them.

When the father goes hunting,

the children wait for him.

They will not take refuge with the fox.

They are wolves.

You would obey Ulysses?

Your father?

Your only legitimate king?

You would force Penelope to marry someone else?

Have faith in God.

Ulysses will come back to us.

Telemachus is right.

Let's wait for Ulysses' return, our only king!

We should have taken the palace by force!

The force will not be necessary.

Soon there will be no more kingdom,

no more island of Greece that will accept to deal with the queen.

And there, the free men of Ithaca will come back to their decision.

They will come to beg me to ascend the throne.

It would be faster if we killed the maques and their mother.

Antinous, not a drop of blood from the family of Ulysses will be spilled, is that clear?

The gods will never forgive us.

The gods! Remember, they are like me, they only love blood.

You should be careful, Antinous. The gods hate that we insult them.

Go ahead. I wanted to thank you. You saved me from this kind wedding.

Would you like to stay in the palace for tonight with your actors?

Thank you, Penelope. You surpass everything we say about you.

What do you say about me?

They say that Ulysse's wife has been waiting for her return since the first day.

Her beauty, her virtue is respected in all of Greece.

But what we don't say is that her eyes have the depth of the vast seas.

And that her smile is radiant.

How dare you speak like that to the Queen?

Let her. I'm sure Christos didn't think badly of her.

Losing your words made you come to Nice and Parmeno for a few moments.

To thank you, I offer you this slave.

I know you will learn to take care of her.

Why her? She's wounded, she doesn't want much.

She's pretty. She likes Ocaristus. She likes you, doesn't she?

Yes, my queen.

We'll see each other tomorrow.

And I hope you'll tell us other wonderful stories.

You can't give her Claire.

Her name is Claire.

She belongs to the domain. We lack slaves.

And today she belongs to Ocaristus.

Why do you take her?

Don't you want her to betray me?

She's already been punished for that.

I don't like you calling yourself a slave.

He's a third. He doesn't want you to be a Greek prince.

Give me another slave, please.

I can't take a gift.

It would be dishonoring the House of Ulysse.

Why do you want to separate me from my daughter?

You've lived 10 years without her. You'll get over it.

You won't live far from your son.

Why should I live far from my daughter?

I'm a queen. You're a slave.

I'm a mother, like you.

I chose to stay away from Clea to protect my son.

It's not good to get too involved.

Ulysses will not come back, neither tonight nor tomorrow.

You're wasting your time. He may be nice to you.

He doesn't look brutal. He'll take you far away from here.

He'll make you travel.

I can't go.

Let us.

I have to go meet my new master.

Tell him to go.

I have to go.

I'll never be his.

Do you want to make me empty?

It doesn't hurt.

From the land of Nile, she will heal your wounds.

Is it true that the queen awaits Ulysses every evening

And that she watches her ship every morning at her window?

Yes, for twenty years.

Do you think there is room in her heart for another man?

No, she is the wife of Ulysse.

Have you ever seen her naked?

I washed her several times.

And how is she? How is her body?

A force to wait.

The Librodite men have become females.

Applaud when Telemachus defends the loyalty of his mother.

But where is Sandashil? Where are the Greeks?

I know the law as well as I do.

If we find another man than the king in his bed,

she will be destroyed.

Hello, my queen.

You wouldn't want to know the rest of Ulysse's adventures.

And to know more about him.

Who saw him?

You spoke to him.

As I see you.

And if I had known you at that time,

I would have told him that he should be crazy to leave such a beautiful woman and never come back.

If the gods want it,

Ulysse will come back soon.

Tell me, Eucharistos.

I'm sure you know the words that open the hearts of women.

There's only one woman I'm interested in.

She's inalienable.

For the command of mortals, maybe.

But for you, no woman is inalienable.

Let us go.

The life of a princess is not really in a stable.

How much would it be for a third?

You wanted to get rid of her, didn't you?

I was, but I'm not anymore.

And the third?

Do you still think about it?

I erased all my memories.

Seeing his family, his husband, your son...

I've just told you that I don't remember anything.

When you find Lettie in the kingdom of the dead, will you tell them that you don't remember anything?

Will you tell them that you lived ten years in the house of Ulysse without ever trying to avenge them?

Not even once? Do you really think that's what you'll tell them?

You too, you participated in the pillage of Troyes.

I could start with you.

Bring Caristote to the House of Popes, I'll help you.

So that you can ascend the throne.

I never betrayed the Queen.

Ah, you're right.

Don't betray especially the one who whipped your daughter,

He has become a stranger, and now he will force her to go away from you.

You just barely found your daughter, this dear Penelope.

You're smart, you've damaged the whip, half is missing.

Whatever, tell me what you see.

Are you in love with a queen?

Not really, Nogal.

And you too are in love with a queen?

In a way.

What do you mean, in a way?

Half of the whip is missing, a kind of love, a kind of queen.

Go on.

Her husband has been absent for a long time.

He may be dead.

Watch what you say, Tioskos.

Don't doubt the queen's loyalty, do you hear me?

I don't see it clearly.

Take your livery, it's half gone.

I'll leave it to you.

He didn't touch me.

He only talked about your mother, her beauty, her tenderness.

I want to stay with you.

Yes, Prince.

I wanted to see you.

What for?

The slave you gave my mother.

I saw it. I'll buy it for you.

Sorry, it's impossible.

It would be an offense to the queen.

What do you want in return?

I'll give you this slave if you arrange a dinner for me alone with Penelope.

It's impossible, she'll never accept it.

Even to hear the adventures of the man I met?

Tell me.

He was with a woman.

What woman?

It's not up to you that I'll tell you.

It's up to your mother and only to her.

This woman, he saw her...

He's inventing these stupid stories for this show.

He lied to you.

Yesterday, however, he told the truth.

He wrote, you were on horseback.

Come and see him tonight. He'll tell you everything.

Give me the Queen's wine. I'll drink to her health.

You were a Queen's sister, weren't you?

A sister, yes. But for what's left of it.

Don't be afraid. You'll become my personal slave.

From now on, you'll serve me.

You'll only obey me. You'll only make love to me.

Whatever you want.

What should I call you now?

Master? Son of the Grand Ulysse?

Telemachus. I'll always be Telemachus.

I could call you King of Ithaca.

You're the one who should be king, not one of them.

If you were king, I wouldn't be afraid of anything anymore.

I could stay all the time. No one could stop me.

Bokalistos is in his room.

At the right moment, you give me the signal.

I found a land for you.

Planted olive trees close to the sea.

So listen to me, Eurynomus.

At the very moment I become king, you will be freed, just like your daughter.

And this land will be yours.

You will be able to live in peace with Clea.

Ulysse came to pick us up on the beach.

He had a grey beard, thick,

powerful muscles,

I understand that you love him, my queen.

The scar.

Talk to me about the scar.

I want to be sure that it's him.

And he joined the top of the thigh.

He helped us make a fire,

then he settled down on the beach with us.

I thought it was an accountant like me.

He told us he had sailed to extraordinary islands,

faced a cyclope on an unknown island,

survived fabulous storms.

This woman.

Talk to me about this woman.

Let us.

Tell me.

Her name is Calypso.

A ship.

A magician.

A dreadful beauty.

Eurydice, by her magic.

He doesn't like her.

How is she?

Describe her to me, please.

She is as I imagine Aphrodite, her beauty is a gift from the gods, her black hair is thick and scented, they are like a waterfall where you can drown, her mouth...